_ I said, first seize the king.
_Mal._ Suppose it done:
He's clapt within a convent, shorn a saint,
My master mounts the throne.
_Mel._ Not so fast, Malicorn;
Thy master mounts not, till the king be slain.
_Mal._ Not when deposed?
_Mel._ He cannot be deposed:
He may be killed, a violent fate attends him;
But at his birth there shone a regal star.
_Mal._ My master had a stronger.
_Mel._ No, not a stronger, but more popular.
Their births were full opposed, the Guise now strongest
But if the ill influence pass o'er Harry's head,
As in a year it will, France ne'er shall boast
A greater king than he; now cut him off,
While yet his stars are weak.
_Mal._ Thou talk'st of stars:
Can'st thou not see more deep into events,
And by a surer way?
_Mel._ No, Malicorn;
The ways of heaven are broken since our fall,
Gulph beyond gulph, and never to be shot.
Once we could read our mighty Maker's mind,
As in a crystal mirror, see the ideas
Of things that always are, as he is always;
Now, shut below in this dark sphere,
By second causes dimly we may guess,
And peep far off on heaven's revolving orbs,
Which cast obscure reflections from the throne.
_Mal._ Then tell me thy surmises of the future.
_Mel._ I took the revolution of the year,
Just when the Sun was entering in the Ham:
The ascending Scorpion poisoned all the sky,
A sign of deep deceit and treachery.
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